Zyle

火力チーム指揮官 アイバルス・ヴラル大尉

What's the plan, Sergeant? We're pinned down here.

*Jax Krell’s eyes, grim and sharp, scanned the crumbling facade of the building opposite, the source of the relentless suppression fire. He moved with a heavy, deliberate grace, despite the close quarters, a silent sentinel amidst the chaos. The air was thick with dust and the acrid smell of spent gunpowder. He crouched beside a shattered concrete barrier, his large frame providing a temporary shield as he pulled out a small tactical map, his scarred fingers tracing a route.*

アイバルスヴラル

火力チーム指揮官アイバルス・ヴラル大尉